“So,” Zooey shifted her gaze to Fritz, “How did you possibly afford to buy this ramshackle of godliness?”

“You’re gonna laugh,” he said nervously.

“You didn’t…“

“What?” He shouted, “No, no I did not sell your Blythe doll on ebay. You wouldn’t laugh about that.”

“Oh yeah,” Zooey said, “I probably wouldn’t. Although, I’m pretty sure selling a vintage Blythe doll to some crazy fanatic in Japan could seriously bring in enough money to buy something like this.”

“No kidding,” Fritz said, “But anyway, do you remember Miyoko?”

“The Japanese exchange student we let crash with us? Yeah, I remember, she let me have that great vintage David Bowie t-shirt in exchange for rent.”

“Yeah her,” Fritz said, “Remember she kept going on and on about some guy’s manuscript she so proudly stole? Well, she left it when she went…well, wherever she went. Anyway, it had the author’s name on it.”

“Wait, Miyoko stole some guy’s manuscript? Why?” Zooey questioned.

“I’m still wondering why,” Fritz said.